Nothing’s Wrong-ish

I keep catching myself thinking
I want nothing wrong
I want days with smooth edges
And no complications
But the truth is
If I really want nothing wrong
Then I have to imagine it
Because life doesn’t work that way
Its’ perfection lies elsewhere
In the bizarre contradictions
Of lessons learned
Wisdom gained
And the love I allow myself to feel
It lies in the evolution of how I see myself
And the world around me
Through time

These things are harder
To learn to appreciate
Than a bit of good news
Or an unexpected check in the mail

This kind of perfection
Is more like standing on a cliff
With a beautiful view
Almost instantly forgetting
That five minutes ago
I was on a ridiculously steep trail
Not knowing where it was going to end
Or how much further I had to go
Dying of thirst
Because I didn’t bring enough water
Starving because I ran out to food
Thinking I was about to pass out
Gasping for air
Wondering if my legs were going to collapse
From sheer exhaustion
Thinking “This is too long”
“This is too hard”
“I’m an idiot for even trying”
“This better be worth it”